The nowadays ruling that no word is unprintable has, I think, done nothing whatever for beautiful letters. The boys have gone hog-wild with liberty, yet the short flat terms used over and over, both in dialogue and narrative, add neither vigor nor clarity; the effect is not of shock but of something far more dangerous — tedium.

[On hearing that President Coolidge was dead:] How can you tell?

I wouldn't touch a superlative again with an umbrella.

Of course I talk to myself. I like a good speaker, and I appreciate an intelligent audience.

[On Dashiell Hammett:] ... he is so hard-boiled you could roll him on the White House lawn.

[To the British actor who annoyed her by repeated references to his busy 'shedule':] I think you're full of skit.

Woman wants monogamy; Man delights in novelty. Love is woman's moon and sun; Man has other forms of fun. Woman lives but in her lord; Count to ten, and man is bored. With this the gist and sum of it, What earthly good can come of it?